Nasza Slawa

When Mordenvale hosted November Coronet, they ran into a minor bit of trouble with the caretakers of the Polish Club where the feast was held. I think the poor dears couldn’t handle the idea of a bunch of young folk in Newcastle gathering together with alcohol and music and not trashing the place. I decided to write a song of how we responded to their nastiness. Thanks to Maria Tarlowski, a speaker of Polish, I managed to include a line in genuine 100% guaranteed Polish. It’s the second last verse; the last verse is the rough translation (strictly it’s “when this hall has crumbled into the dust, our legend will still stand”). The tune is a Polish folk song, as modified by a 20th century Polish composer named Gorecki.